I have been planning tonight's supper for a few weeks. My Dad and his wife, Tanya, were planned to arrive in time for supper to begin their 5 day stay with The Guy and me. Tanya is a good cook and I wanted to do something that would be hearty and impressive. I thought of my mom's version of Hamburger Soup and I knew it would be just the thing.
A week ago, I sat down and went through the ingredients to make sure I had everything I needed. I planned out when I would need to start things and how long it would take to cook. I shopped, I planned, and I plotted.
This morning came and at 11am, I could be found chopping onions, browning meat, and readying the soup pot. I chopped the veggies, opened tins of diced tomatoes, and prepared the soup. I finished in record time and sat around twiddling my thumbs waiting for the time when I had to turn on the stove for it's two hour simmer session.
Technically, I didn't twiddle my thumbs. I made cookies, did 5 loads of laundry, cleaned the tub, walked the dog, planned the bisquits, and read a book. It was a long 3 hours.
Finally, the time to start the soup came. I turned the stove on to simmer and walked away. A couple of hours later, I came to check on it. The fat from the meat seemed to be congealing more than I remembered it doing in Mom's soup. It also didn't smell right. I thought I was just remembering it poorly, but maybe the heat wasn't up high enough. I cranked the heat up a notch and carried on to make the bisquits.
The bisquits did not go as easily as I had planned. I used too much moisture and not enough flour. I ended up having to readjust the flour but that caused me to over-kneed. They looked nice when they came out, but they were about 1/4 inch high instead of 1 inch. Ah well, I will have to practice more often.
We sat down to eat in record time. I served everyone up a serving and settled in to eat. Dad was half way through his soup when I took my first bite. It was ice cold. ICE COLD. The soup that had been simmering away all afternoon was cold as can be. I panicked. I threw everyone's soup in the microwave and apologized over and over again.
I took the soup pot off the table and put it back on the stove. As I went to turn on the stove I realized what I had done. I had turned on the wrong element. I had simmered nothing for 2 1/2 hours.
This is what happens when I try and cook. And this is why I order out.